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Feb 2021

ju

Outline

Fist-tight, it casts a shadow on pure white card -
I draw around it with a fine-black, cut it with a curved ten-blade.

The shadow-heart’s a gift. I keep the stencil.

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Catching Stars

Her light travels into me
what gods arranged our intersection
I am the blood of myth
gathered tales that justify
more the seeking
than fruition
ignorant authors
casting our will into the heavens
we paint our stories in the skies
but as her light falls through my flesh
she whispers
“I can never be possessed”

Feb 2021

ju

****** violence awareness training.

Yes, of course.

Those were the words I found in me.

In a space filled with women, it was a chorus of memory -
and I didn’t spill so much as drip those words to floor.

Yes, of course.

I inhaled alone, then exhaled the room.

In a pause filled with men, it was a shy breath of honesty -
a fortunate few breathed in and out by themselves.

Yes, of course.
Yes, of course.

Has anyone here experienced **** or ****** assault?

Yes, of course.

Feb 2021

Carlo C Gomez

Covid-19's Letter to Family Back Home

Dear Mom & Dad,

I won't be coming home quite as soon as once thought. I have found a place where they really like me; a place like no other. Instead of being shunned and despised, like most places, I'm invited to everything:
parties,
picnics,
and parades,
my neighbors even welcome me with open arms. Suffice-to-say, I finally feel like I belong and plan to stay a while in this country.

Your Son,
Covid-19 Coronavirus, III

Note: this was written as a satirical health warning, and not in an attempt to make light of this deadly virus that has taken far too many lives

#satire #sarcasm #humor #funny #commentary #observational #virus #covid #danger #america

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falling

naked to touch
blue draws the deepest
pulsed words
in common refrain
she bites her lip
“falling is flying”
trace the outlines of desire
on something blue
make it naked
it is more honest that way
she is a river tonight
“who defines up”
a gesture of indifference
“who defines down”
the hint of a smile
“falling is flying away”

Prevost Feb 2021

truth

truth lays in the vein of the branch
and in the watery red eyes of the drunk
it lays in the hottest sweats of summer
and in that heartbeat that just reverberated through
your entire universe
it lays in the soft cry of an infant
and in the death rattle of the last soldier
in the last of all wars
truth lays in the caress of a lovers touch
and it lays in a widow’s graveside tear
it lays in the wind that carries the seed
and in the soil that hungers for fruition
it lays embedded in a heart betrayed
and it lays in both the pain and the forgiveness
it lays in at the center of all we know
it lays at the center of you
and I